Page 3 of Red (Everdark Tales #1)
As I stand in the complete blackness of the night, hidden away from the moonlight by the shadows of the apple trees, an overwhelming wave of guilt crashes over me—a tide forceful enough to pull even a beast like me under.
I know I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be watching, and each stolen moment I witness adds another layer to the burden I carry. I’m a silent trespasser, invading her solitude with my unwelcome presence, facing no repercussions of my voyeuristic tendencies other than my own self-loathing.
I catch myself in a loop, questioning the morality of my actions as the remorse keeps clawing at my conscience, offering no solace.
What right do I have to linger in the dark and bear witness to the most intimate moments meant only for her?
There’s no help for myself. It’s an addiction, a compulsion that I’m powerless to break free from.The animal in me is much stronger than any of the decency I have left of my humanity.
I continue to spy, unable to tear my eyes away from her body.
Without making any noise, I approach even closer, leaning my palm against the outside frame of her floor-to-ceiling window. She’s lying comfortably in bed on her side, her back towards me, her copper curls scattered on the pillow around. The lights are turned off as she is trying to fall asleep. But my nocturnal vision is excellent, and I can admire the view in her entire glory. The cover sheet is bunched by her side and threaded between her legs as she seems to snuggle to it. Sometimes I think she does this on purpose… Let’s face it—it would be smart of her to at the very least get some curtains in there. Instead, her creamy legs are on full display for me. Her generous thighs and luscious ass cheeks peeking from under her cut-out shorts are enough to send me into frenzy. The things I want to do to her make even myself feel filthy. Oh, I just know she has the softest skin. And she’s so tiny. All humans are to me, but she in particular is petite for a full-grown woman. She’s so deliciously curvy, however. Enough to be able to handle all of me.
Her heady scent is like an enchanted potion created to destroy me, and I indulge in the intoxication. Even through the wall of the house my mouth waters at her sweetness. It’s unlike anything else—nothing will ever compare.
Julia rolls her wide, rounded hips with a sigh. She sometimes does this when dreaming because her body is involuntarily matching the heat of my passion. However, she’s very much aware now, which makes it that much more enthralling for me. She does it again with a little higher gasp. And one more time after that.
Damn, she is not about to…
I clench my jaws to muffle down the growl. The smell of her is getting stronger, and there’s absolutely zero doubt in my mind that she’s aroused.
I immediately reciprocate her mood, feeling how I start to harden, though still tucked away.
She then flips onto her back, covers left by her side. Her legs are spread apart, but her sex is hidden from my sight by the cotton material. Yet, I can see the swells of her large breasts now. Her nipples are beaded, pressing against her tight top, just asking for attention. She runs her little fingers around one and her body shivers.
The pressure against the slit of my sheath gets impossible, and I cannot stop my erection jolting out as it keeps growing.
She slides her right hand under the elastic waistband of her bottoms and arches her back as a soft moan escapes her parted lips. I watch how her fingers work below the fabric, secretly wishing she would take them off so I could see her better.
No, that’s a terrible idea, actually. One look at her little wet cunt, and I would simply rip this damn door off the hinges to get inside and take her as mine, making her scream my name out loud in ecstasy. Frankly, in her current state, I don’t think she would mind all that much.
I love how needy she is. For me.
Fuck!
My cock is throbbing now while streaks of precum drop to the wooden floor of the terrace. I’ve never stepped this close before and the impossible ache in my balls is my punishment. It’s also the first time when she does this, and the starving beast inside me couldn’t be more pleased. I’m not sure at which point my free hand wraps around my girth as I start stroking my shaft. Unashamed, I continue to watch her attempts to make herself come, adjusting to her tempo.
Red whimpers quietly while her moves are becoming faster and faster each second. Getting desperate, she bucks her hips against her hand. Yet, it doesn’t look like she’s finding any relief—no surprise there. Eventually, she fully freezes, furrowing her brows.
Her body is calling out for me. She doesn’t even know me. Doesn’t know I exist. But no one will ever be able to satisfy her the way I can—not even herself. She’s fucking made for me.
With a huff, she gives up, withdrawing her hand from under the material.
I relate to her sexual frustration
She takes a small rectangle device, which I know is a contemporary telephone, from the nightstand beside her bed. Her pretty face gets illuminated by the faint glow of the portable screen she’s looking at, while she focuses for a longer moment.
“One day shipping, thank you Amazon!” she suddenly says to herself, beaming, before putting it away.
I have no idea what any of it means, but her smile is the best part of my day. It always is.
I’m still hard in my hand, and the crave is not going away. I want her so badly I swear my infatuation with her will be the death of me. All I’m able to think about is worshipping her body, cherishing every square inch of her milky skin, pleasuring her with my tongue just the way she needs, and finally helping her reach climax over and over again.
However, I postpone my routine jerk off session and enjoy the last moments around her tonight.
She settles down in the sheets and I stay until her breathing evens out and I’m certain she fell asleep. But even while I run to my lair, which I set up for the time being in the nearby forest, I keep smelling her.
She’s ready for me.
Am I ready to show her myself?
All the choices that have led me to this point suddenly feel like mistakes as the wrongness of my actions becomes a stark reality.
How will I ever be able to gain her trust?
My prowling is nothing but a complete violation of her privacy that leaves a bitter taste for her perception of me. Every glimpse I took without her consent taints the success of our bond because it’s a cruel abuse of the respect she deserves.
The toll this is taking on the integrity of my soul becomes a catalyst for change. It’s time to break free from the safety of the shadows and face the harsh light of accountability.
Our path forward is uncertain although one thing is clear—this can no longer continue. Not like that.